Ah, and here we have the bold and sometime dangerous Fangirl. A varied and adaptable breed, the Fangirl comes in all shapes and sizes. You'll know them for the fevered, somewhat glazed look of their eyes.
She's scented something… Look at that sudden focus. She's on him now mates!
Look over there. Behind that rock. Is that? Oh, Maker it's poor Ser Cullen again. The lad is cowering and crying. He knows what's coming bless his heart. What the poor lad doesn't know is that tears will only whip the Fangirl into further frenzy. They tend to view them as a sign of manly sensitivity you see.
My but Cullen's been at this long enough. The chap should know better…
OH!
OH! She got him now!
Run Ser Cullen! Run your knickers off!
(The crew runs huffing and puffing trying to keep up with that action as it plays out before them.)
We round the bend and come upon a tragic and heart wrenching scene. On the ground dear listeners lays a broken and franticly pinned Ser Cullen. We bear witness to the sheer horror and desperation in his eyes as he continues to struggle.
You know maybe he should rethink that armor must make it even harder to get away. Ah but it never helped the Arishok to get away, now has it? Oh well no matter now then is it?
Our predator sits perched on the downed preys back merrily pecking away at a laptop.
Where in the void did she keep that hidden? /sigh another mute point dear listeners…
The world of fan fiction is wider today. For better or worse.
Poor Ser Cullen…